satira black

Rookie (Portland, Maine)

'Wind Whispers' - Poem by satira black

I heard the coyotes last night
Out of the blackness their laughter stirred my soul
I am more than my daily life
More than the duties of the day and the schedules of the hour
In all of us is a trace of the wild
Untamed and free to see and feel the unacceptable
Sometimes the wind whispers to me
I need the night in my hair or the sun on my skin
The smell of the ocean or biting cold on my face
I need midnight and blackness and the moon a gold slice in the sky
I need to come back to who I am and not who I am percieved to be


Comments about 'Wind Whispers' by satira black

  • (9/1/2007 1:13:00 AM)

    Human minds are still primitive, we try to deny our animal past with the baubles of modern times, but our bestial nature still calls us.

    Its sad to think of human nature as basic lies, but still we persist in our self deception. The wild wind is what we seek, the moon still makes us howl with delight. The night, the life is ours, if we only learn to know who we really are.

    Love it Satira!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011


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